We had a field trip of sorts today; mixed workshops with some fun stuff (I found out that while I am not terrible at bowling, I am by no means good). We used the tool that we use for our clients (the Big Tool) on ourselves for once. It was exciting, and the food was free.
I spent Halloween with the boy, and we went as Noodle and 2D from Gorillaz. Too bad we didn't have anybody to be Murdoc and Russell.
how many new york fire fighters does it take to watch a crain fall through an apartment complex by my apartment, and at the same time force us to walk 10 blocks out of the way just to get home on a friday?
all these guys reminds me of the night everybody got stuck in the elevator in me and kevin's apartment...
Ok lied. I don't miss Tom. I cannot express how sick I am of him. Not only do I have to live in the same city as him, share friends, and an employer...I sit next to him...everyday. In fact, i'm sitting next to him right now. He had a grilled cheese for lunch.
Anyway, I think this is a great idea guys. The perfect platform for all the poems I have been writing about Kevin's uncanny consumption of spicy burritos. Watch Out World.
The latest pick of the little deaf guy, on his way to pick up some bitches for Halloween (note the bow-tie).
First of all, Alison totally does not miss any of you.
Secondly, can we all agree to not make this a dorky blog about our theories on planning? I’m more interested in things like Mike K’s various diseases he picked up during his travels and updates on Brian the best deaf dog in America.
Thirdly, I miss you all. Except Alison, I don’t miss her.